I had a dream
Then the dream had a dream
And then the dream had me
I was lucid, I was free
My heart, my brain, my body, my hands
My voice, my blood, my lungs, my love
I’m gonna turn it up, turn it up,
turn it up, turn it up, turn it up
(Woohoo)
I’m sick of turning it down
I’m sick of holding it in
I’m sick of tiptoeing ‘round
Quietly bleeding
Now I’ve opened the lines
There’s gonna be a transmission
I’m sick of waiting for signs
I’ve made my decision; it’s to offer it up
As for the haters
They will be first against the wall
Oh yes the haters
They’re lost and gone forever more
You can have all my heart, my brain, my body, my hands
My voice, my blood, my lungs, my love I’m gonna offer it
I’m sick of turning it down
I’m sick of holding it in
I’m sick of tiptoeing ‘round
Quietly bleeding
Now I’ve opened the lines
There’s gonna be a transmission
I’m sick of waiting for signs
I’ve made my decision
I had a dream, I had a dream,
The dream had a dream
The dream had me, the dream had me,
I was so free
My heart, my brain, my body, my hands
I’m sick of turning it down
I’m sick of holding it in
I’m sick of tiptoeing ‘round
Quietly bleeding
Now I’ve opened the lines
There’s gonna be a transmission
I’m sick of waiting for signs
I’ve made my decision